Chapter 242 Bibi Dong Makes a Bet
[Your Holiness the Pope]: Good, very good. Since you're so confident, Emperor Lu, do you dare to make a bet with me?
[Your Holiness]: Let's bet on who will win this championship.
[Your Holiness]: If the Spirit Hall wins, I want you to give me that administrator position!
Bibi Dong had long coveted the administrator privileges that could silence her.
As soon as she gets the access, the first thing she'll do is silence that Silver Dragon King!
[Silver Dragon King]: ? You're dreaming.
Gu Yuena was unhappy.
She earned this administrator position through her own abilities, so why is she using it as a wager?
[Lu Tiandi]: What if you lose?
Lu Ming ignored Gu Yuena's protest and asked in return.
Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh.
lose?
How could she possibly lose?
This was a sure win.
[Your Holiness]: If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me! Even if you want me... Hmph, that's not impossible!
[Your Holiness]: What, you dare not?
Provocation tactic.
It was clumsy, but effective.
Especially given Bibidon's status as Pope, this bet was filled with forbidden allure.
Lu Ming smiled.
The pope is practically handed to us; why not take advantage of it?
[Lu Tiandi]: Deal.
[Lu Tiandi]: Since Your Holiness is in such high spirits, then I'll wait for you to fulfill your bet in bed.
[His Holiness the Pope]: Shameless! Just you wait!
The tension in the group chat subsided somewhat, but everyone knew that this bet was no longer just a simple competition.
...
Night falls.
The convoy arrived at a medium-sized city called "Silvis".
To keep the team members in top form, all the teams booked the most luxurious hotels in the city.
Lu Ming's room was on the top floor, the most spacious suite.
The night was deep and all was quiet.
Lu Ming had just finished showering and was preparing to rest.
"Click".
The door lock was gently pried open from the outside.
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow, but didn't move. He remained lying on the bed, breathing steadily.
Two furtive figures slipped in.
By the moonlight streaming through the window, you can see two graceful women.
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er.
The two sisters wore extremely thin silk nightgowns, revealing large expanses of their snow-white skin, which was dazzlingly white in the darkness.
"Sister, is he asleep?" Shui Yue'er asked in a low voice, her tone full of excitement.
"Shh, keep your voice down." Although Shui Bing'er was usually calm, her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her chest.
This was something they had agreed upon.
A powerful figure like Lu Ming has too many women around him. If he doesn't take the initiative and force the issue, how could they possibly have a chance?
The two groped their way to the bedside.
Shuiyue'er was bold; she immediately lifted the blanket and tried to crawl inside.
"Brother Lu Ming..."
Just then.
"Knock knock knock".
A crisp knocking sound suddenly rang out.
The air in the room froze instantly.
Shui Bing'er was so frightened she almost screamed and quickly covered her sister's mouth.
"Who?" Lu Ming asked, just as he "woke up".
A cold, clear voice came from outside the door.
"It's me, Zhu Zhuqing."
"I have some questions about cultivation that I would like to ask you."
Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er exchanged a glance and both saw the panic in each other's eyes.
If they were caught doing this, what would become of the reputation of the Tianshui Academy sisters?
"Quickly hide!" Shui Bing'er mouthed.
Lu Ming was also speechless.
Don't you all sleep at this hour?
He pointed to the enormous wardrobe.
The two sisters, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, scrambled into the wardrobe.
Lu Ming straightened his bathrobe, walked over and opened the door.
Zhu Zhuqing stood at the door.
She was wearing a black bodysuit, her figure was incredibly hot, and there was a faint blush on her cool face.
"Come in and talk."
Lu Ming stepped aside.
Zhu Zhuqing entered the room, her eyes somewhat unfocused.
Actually, she didn't have any problems with cultivation.
She simply... wanted to see him. Or rather, wanted to confirm her feelings before anything like that happened.
After all, Dai Mubai was downstairs.
This thrill of immorality left her somewhat bewildered.
"Um...did I disturb your rest?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.
"No, I was just about to go to sleep too."
Lu Ming poured her a glass of water.
Zhu Zhuqing took the water glass and was about to speak when her gaze suddenly fell on the bedside.
There was a slipper embroidered with light blue ripples.
That's for women.
Moreover, judging from the style, it is definitely not the style of Blue King Academy.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes instantly sharpened.
Is anyone inside?
Lu Ming was about to explain.
"Splash!"
The huge floor-to-ceiling window suddenly shattered.
Glass shards flew everywhere.
A blue-gold figure burst through the window and landed steadily on the carpet.
Ah Yin.
She wore a light blue palace dress, her long hair flowing, like a goddess under the moon.
However, the goddess was carrying a basket of fresh fruit at that moment.
"Master, I washed some fruit for you, thinking you might..."
Before A Yin could finish speaking, she saw Zhu Zhuqing standing inside the house.
And Zhu Zhuqing's scrutinizing gaze.
Their eyes met.
The atmosphere was extremely awkward.
Zhu Zhuqing watched as Ah Yin broke in through the window.
Ah Yin looked at Zhu Zhuqing, who had come to visit in the middle of the night.
Inside the wardrobe, the Shui sisters were peering through the crack, trembling as they watched the carnage unfold outside.
Lu Ming stood in the middle, still holding the empty water glass in his hand.
He felt cold sweat trickling down his back.
This is hardly the blessing of having multiple wives.
This is clearly a death trap question.
"Um…" Lu Ming coughed lightly, trying to break the suffocating silence.
"Since we're already here, how about... we play some cards together?"
Zhu Zhuqing gave a cold laugh.
"Dou Dizhu?"
"I think you want to fight every female soul master in the entire Douluo Continent, don't you?"
Ah Yin gently placed the fruit basket on the table, a kind smile on her face.
"Master, this fruit is very sweet."
"Won't you try some?"
At that moment, a very faint sound came from inside the wardrobe.
Shuiyue'er accidentally bumped into the clothes hanger because she was nervous.
Although the sound was soft, it was like a thunderclap in a room full of Soul Masters.
Zhu Zhuqing and A Yin's gazes simultaneously shot towards the wardrobe like sharp swords.
Lu Ming closed his eyes.
It's over.
This is truly impossible to explain now.
The morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns on the somewhat messy carpet.
Lu Ming leaned against the headboard, holding a glass of freshly poured warm water in his hand.
Those girls were up until late last night before finally going to sleep, and now they're all sound asleep.
Especially Shuiyue'er, whose leg was still casually stretched across the quilt, showing no sleeping posture whatsoever.
Knock knock knock.
The knocking was soft and rhythmic.
Lu Ming raised an eyebrow slightly.
Who else would come at this hour?
Liu Erlong stayed next door last night; he should be off collecting the bodies of those unlucky bastards, Flanders, by now.
"Come in."
Lu Ming put down his water glass.
The doorknob turned gently.
Dugu Yan walked in.
Today she wore a dark purple, form-fitting leather outfit that accentuated her already stunning figure, while her short, dark green hair made her look both capable and alluring.
However, her face looked somewhat tense, even resolute.
Dugu Yan closed the door behind her, making sure to move as quietly as possible so as not to wake the women in bed.
She walked up to Lu Ming and took a deep breath.
Those green eyes were fixed on Lu Ming's face, as if trying to see something in the man's expression.
"What's up?"
Lu Ming looked at her calmly.
Dugu Yan bit her lip, as if she had made a great decision.
"Group owner, you don't want your identity as the group owner to be discovered, do you?"
The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.
Lu Ming didn't even pause in holding the cup; he simply raised his eyelids and looked at the femme fatale in front of him with great interest.
"oh?"
"You found out?"
His tone was so flat that the prepared speech that Dugu Yan had spent the whole night reciting instantly got stuck in her throat.
Shouldn't he panic?
Or at least they should be surprised, and then murderous, wanting to silence them?
Why did you react like nothing happened?
Dugu Yan was getting impatient. She took a step forward, and the unique, pungent smell of snake wafted towards her.
"Lu Ming, or rather, Emperor Lu."
"I heard it all last night."
"Those pills, those things that only appeared in the group, and the way Ning Rongrong and the others called you."
"In the entire Douluo Continent, besides that mysterious group leader, I can't think of anyone else who can produce the Youth Preservation Pill and know the secret to becoming a god."
Dugu Yan spoke very quickly, afraid that if she slowed down even a little, Lu Ming would interrupt her.
She stared into Lu Ming's eyes, trying to find a flaw.
"If I spread this news, what do you think His Holiness the Pope of the Spirit Hall will do?"
"She absolutely hates that management power."
"There are also two great empires and three upper sects, who will probably all be interested in you, the walking divine treasurer."
After saying this, Dugu Yan's chest heaved violently.
She's gambling.
She bet that Lu Ming wouldn't dare kill her, and that he would compromise out of fear.
Lu Ming smiled.
He placed the cup on the bedside table, making a crisp sound.
Then he stood up.
A loose-fitting bathrobe hung loosely on his body, revealing large areas of firm muscles.
Lu Ming walked step by step to Dugu Yan.
Dugu Yan instinctively wanted to back away, but there was a wall behind her, leaving her nowhere to retreat.
Lu Ming reached out a hand and lifted Dugu Yan's delicate chin.
His fingers caressed her smooth skin.
"Dugu Yan, you are very smart."
"But since you know I'm the group admin, you should know what the consequences will be for threatening me."
Lu Ming's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
Dugu Yan trembled.
Having spied on the group for so long, she naturally knew what kind of temper this Emperor Lu had.
That's the true meaning of "those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish."
"I...I didn't mean anything by it!"
Dugu Yan panicked, and the pretentious aura she had been maintaining instantly collapsed.
Under Lu Ming's teasing gaze, she felt like a small snake whose vital spot had been pinched.
"I just... I just wanted to..."
Dugu Yan gritted her teeth, a blush rising to her cheeks.
"Just what?"
Lu Ming moved closer, and the tips of their noses almost touched.
Dugu Yan looked at the face so close to hers.
Handsome, domineering, and mysterious.
And that confidence that you're in control of everything.
This is Emperor Lu Tian.
That man who commands respect in the chat group of all realms, and even the gods have to curry favor with him.
"I...I don't want to die."
"Only you can cure the poison in my grandfather's body, and the poison in mine."
"I want to follow you."
"I'll do anything for you as long as you let me follow you, even… even be your dog."
Dugu Yan's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a murmur.
She was gambling with her life.
Now that she knows the secret, it's either death or becoming one of us.
In this dog-eat-dog world, attaching oneself to the strong is the way to survive.
Moreover, this powerful figure is Emperor Lu Tian.
Looking at her expression, which was both frightened and expectant, Lu Ming smiled with amusement.
"To be a dog?"
"I have quite a few dogs."
"However, since you're being so sincere, why wouldn't we take advantage of this free offer?"
Before he could finish speaking...
Lu Ming grabbed Dugu Yan's incredibly slender waist.
"ah!"
Dugu Yan exclaimed in surprise as Lu Ming threw her onto the large sofa in the room.
Before she could react, Lu Ming's tall figure had already loomed over her.
"Now that you know who I am, then do your best."
"Let me see just how poisonous you really are, you Poison Fairy."
Dugu Yan felt a "boom" in her mind.
She had expected to have to say a lot more, and was even prepared to be killed.
Unexpectedly, happiness came so suddenly.
She looked up at Lu Ming, the fear in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a morbid excitement and fanaticism.
This is the group owner!
That's the kind of being who even the Pope had to suffer!
Once you climb this big tree, not only will you be able to detoxify, but becoming a Title Douluo or even a god will no longer be a dream!
Dugu Yan coiled around him like a beautiful snake, offering her red lips.
"Group owner..."
"Please...please have pity on Yanyan..."
Inside the room.
Xiao Wu, who had been asleep, turned over groggily and mumbled something under her breath.
"It's so noisy..."
...
Time flies.
Several days later.
Wuhun City.
This magnificent city, standing in the center of the continent, is currently experiencing an unprecedented commotion.
The grand final of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is about to be held here.
Various forces gathered.
Even Soul Saints and Soul Douluos, who are rarely seen on ordinary days, can be found everywhere here.
Papal Palace.
This is the highest point in Wuhun City, and also the center of power.
Bibi Dong stood on the high terrace, looking down at the crowd below, which looked like ants.
She dressed up especially for today.
She wore a purple-gold papal robe, cut extremely close to her body, which perfectly outlined her mature and voluptuous figure.
He wore a nine-curved purple-gold crown and held a scepter.
Noble, aloof, and arrogant.
But beneath that imposing mask, Bibi Dong's mood was terrible.
Her life has been in chaos ever since that damn chat group appeared.
That "Emperor Lu" not only challenged her authority time and time again, but also humiliated her in public.
What's most infuriating is that she actually lost the position of administrator!
Although there has been no official settlement yet, the situation is already quite clear.
As long as that bastard Lu Ming doesn't give her management rights, she can only watch helplessly.
Damn it!
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly.
Her gaze shifted and landed on a corner of the Papal Palace's backyard.
There.
A middle-aged man with gray hair and tattered clothes was curled up on the ground.
It was Yu Xiaogang.
After being captured by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo a few days ago, Yu Xiaogang has been living a hellish life.
(End of chapter)